WHISTLE, my dearest daughter, and I will give thee a cow. Ah no! my beloved mother, I cannot whistle now— O I cannot whistle, Ah no! my mouth it puckers so. Whistle, my charming daughter, and I will give thee a horse. Mother, I never whistled, and I could not now of course— O I cannot whistle, Ah no! my mouth it puckers so. Whistle, my gentle daughter, and I will give thee a sheep. Mother, I cannot whistle, so the creature you may keep— O I cannot whistle, Ah no! my mouth it puckers so. Whistle, my lovely daughter, and I will give thee a man. Mother, I never whistled, but I know right well I can— Whistle! whistle! whistle! And so the whistling soon began. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER THE LANDSCAPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WAR VERSE (1914) by EZRA POUND |